lil sis's blog post - Collared forever

We met several years ago while he was involved and I was involved and involved our selves in being play partners with the full consent and knowledge of significant others. The first time we played together I gave him a part of me I had hidden for everyone else. His image nestled into my psych for all eternity as something I craved and longed for but was not meant to be. I cradled my desire to be possessed by Him and nurtured it at my breast over the years as we played at being "just friends".

I knew we were meant for more. I sensed from our first encounter that I was created long ago for His use. I was clay waiting for Him to mold, change, sculpt into the beautiful work of art I am becoming under His creative manipulations. His hands working the magic that makes me feel desirable, wet, well used, cherished, loved, adored, and His.

I hear the sweet words He whispers of love and lust and plans for our future. I accepted the collar He offered me a few weeks back, but I was collared by Him long before in my own mind. A collar to me is more a symbol of a vow, a promise more personal, more bonding than a wedding ring or ceremony. I gave Him myself with a promise that I would always belong to Him. He gave me no promises, just that day, and a sad look with His so sexy brown eyes that express so much. His eyes told me what He could not say allowed then, He loved me too.

The collar He offered me a few weeks back is one He has had for a while. It is leather and red. Many play partners have borrowed and worn it before me. I don't mind that, as I said it is the symbolism, not the pretty jewelry. It can be easily removed for taking showers and other practical reasons, but that is about to end.

I am getting a permanent collar. One made of metal, with a lock, that will never be removed. It will remind me always and ever more (like I need reminding) that I belong to Daddy, I exist for His pleasure. It is my responsibility to take care of His most prized possession (me) by staying healthy, happy by allowing Him to spoil me in every way, and to submit to His desires always. The collar will also reveal to others that I am His possession to ease the bouts of jealousy He gets when I speak to another for just a second to long.

It tickles me when He steps in to claim His ownership in clubs when I am engaged in conversation with a too eager someone who thinks I may have my head turned his way by the size of his whip. It is Daddy's unusual mind that attracts me, His freedom of spirit, His dark creative energy, and the power of the light that shines like a beacon where ever He is. I am not the usual BDSM lady thriving and satisfied with a spanking and being bound once a week. I am a creative naughty sensual creature who really loves to fuck. I understand why He keeps me on a short leash so to speak.

Fucking aside, He is my one and only love. He is my Daddy and I want no other. Making love to Him is a spiritual thing for me. Not having Him in my life would be like not breathing. We share so much together in our lives. I read aloud to Him as He massages me, we cook together and snuggle up in silence just to be near each other. The only time we are really apart now is when I am at work, and he sends me sweet e mails saying He hopes I enjoyed the lunched He packed for me. All the loving things we do together, all the wicked pleasures He shares with me, the beatings and bondage, making love 4 times a day, snuggling and laughing, being His slutty whore. All these things make me His forever. Now I am getting the collar that says I am forever His. The collar He alone will hold the key too. The collar that symbolizes forever to me. It is going to be expensive, but He tells me I am worth it.

Doing the research to find the perfect one. I am so excited and happy.